Page 56 of The Bad Brother

A FEW HOURS AGO, ALL I WANTED was to leave Barrett behind and forget the last three years of my life never happened.

Forget about Ethan and everything he put me through.

Forget about Jensen and everything he made me feel.

Start over some place where no one knew me.

Alone.

Now, looking at Jensen, the thought terrifies me.

“You want me to leave?” I jerk my hand out of his grip and stare at him like he just slapped me across the face. “After all that, you just?—”

“No.” Jensen shakes his head, his expression still and grave. “I don’t want you to leave, Peach, but you can’t stay here. Not with me. Not for me. Not with Ethan running loose.”

I hear what he’s saying.

What he’s telling me.

That it isn’t safe. That his brother is dangerous. That far away from here and him is the only way he can know for sure that I’m not going to get hurt. Used by Ethan to hurt him .

I hear him.

I do.

I just don’t care.

“I’d feel better if you flew,” he tells me quietly. “I can take you to the airport. Arrange for your car to be shipped to you and?—”

“You can come with me.” Forty-five minutes ago, he suggested the same thing and I told him no. Rejected him. Now it’s his turn.

“No, I can’t.” The corner of his mouth quirks in a smile that looks almost painful while he shakes his head.

“You were right, Peach—it was a dumb idea. Ethan is my mess. I can’t leave him to clean up for someone else.

” Jensen leans across the corner of the table to press a soft kiss against the curve of my cheek before he stands.

“It’s late.” Turning away from me, he starts to walk toward the door.

“You need to get some sleep. I’ll see if I can find a flight for this?—”

Leaving.

Jensen’s leaving.

Standing up, I follow him. Rush forward to wedge myself between him and the door before he can open it. “No.” Staring up at him, I shake my head. “You can’t just leave . I won’t let you.”

“Peach...” Jensen sighs. Lifts his hands, to fit them around my biceps so he can guide me away from the door as gently as he can. “Please don’t make this any harder than?—”

“I love you too.” It tumbles out on a hitching, desperate breath that tightens the hold he has on my arms while he looks at me like I just stabbed him in the chest. I don’t care. If I have to hurt, so does he. “I love you, Jensen. I love?—”

The hands wrapped around my upper arms tighten to the point of pain, their fingers digging into my muscle to grind against bone for a split second before they’re pushing me back until my ass hits the door behind me and Jensen is looming over me, head bent.

Face inches from mine, his beautiful, mismatched gaze skewered through mine.

“Promise me you’ll leave.” The hands latched around my arms loosens to slide slowly down the length of them to wrap around my wrists. “Promise me if I stay, you’ll leave.” The look he gives me dries my mouth and tightens my nipples in an instant.

I shake my head no and look away.

Hands clamped around my wrists, Jensen lifts my arms above my head. Cuffing them together in a single hand, he cups the other around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “ Promise. Me .”

Pushing myself onto the balls of my bare feet, I lean into the hold he has on me to trace my tongue along the curve of his lower lip before I answer, my gaze still pinned to his. “No.”

“ Goddamn it ,” he groans it against my mouth, a moment before the hand clamped around my jaw slides down to wrap around my neck.

Thumb pressed against the underside of my chin, Jensen angle my mouth under his to catch the sweep of his tongue, kissing me until my knees are shaking and I’m nearly delirious with desperation.

Tearing his mouth away from mine, chest heaving, he practically snarls at me. “ Promise .”

“I love you.” That’s my promise.

The only one I’m willing to make.

He growls another curse right before his mouth slams into mine with the force of a punch.

He kisses me, tongue swirling and tangling around mine, pouring every bit of fear and frustration he feels into it like it’s a punishment and I take it gladly.

Arching my back, I rub my stiff, swollen nipples against his chest and moan into his mouth.

Swiveling my hips against his, my breath stutters in my chest when I feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against the inside of my thigh.

Yes.

Dragging his mouth away from mine for the second time, Jensen stares down at me, just as determined as I am to get what he wants.

“Is that what you’re after, Peach...” The hand wrapped around my throat gives it a quick pulse before it loosens.

“Is that why you want me to stay?” The hand looped around my throat starts to move, sliding over the ridge of my collarbone.

The swell of my breast to circle and tease the stiff peak through the thin cotton of my shirt. “You want to be fucked?”

Eyes wide, fighting for every breath I take, I shake my head. “Jen?—”

“ Shhh ...” Suddenly in control again, Jensen leans into the space between us to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth while his hand finds the hem of my t-shirt.

“Answer the question, Peach.” Gaze nailed to mine, his rough, steady fingers push under the bottom of my shirt to skim themselves along the waistband of my leggings. “ Do you want to be fucked ?”

“Always...” It’s the same answer I gave him last night. The answer I’ll give him, every time he asks. “I always want to be fucked by you."

Jensen makes a deep, feral sound in the back of his throat in response.

“Promise me...” His fingers slip past the waistband of my pants and into my panties to push themselves between my thighs.

“Promise me if I fuck you, one last time...” He leans in to press another soft kiss against my mouth while he traces the tip of his middle finger along the seam of pussy. “You’ll leave.”

“You’re cheating.” The last of my protest gets snagged on a sharp intake of breath when the tip of his middle finger pushes deeper to rub against my entrance, teasing me mercilessly until I’m shaking, frustrated tears gathering to sting at the corners of my eyes. “ Jensen, please ?—”

“ Fuuuck ...” He growls it while the hand clamped around the wrists above my head tighten to the point of pain, a split second before he gives in by sliding two fingers inside me.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg for my cock.

” Pulling out, almost to their tips, Jensen pumps his fingers back into me, hard and deep enough to buckle my knees. “Promise?—”

“ Ohmygod ." Rolling my hips to meet the deep thrust of his fingers, I let out a strangle cry when my already wet pussy releases a flood that soaks the fingers buried inside them.

“ Who’s cheating now ,” Jensen groans against my mouth, a split second before my pants are gone.

Leg lifted, thigh pinned to the door with his hand and he’s on his knees in front of me.

Shoulders wedged between my thighs, he looks up at me, the heat of his gaze fusing itself to mine while he fucks me with his mouth.

Tongue pushed deep, licking and sucking every inch of me until my hips are rolling and bucking, fingers pushed into his hair, gripping so hard they start tingle and a familiar tension starts to build and press against the base of my spine.

“ Jensen —”

He answers me with another groan, the vibrations of it echoing against my clit while he flattens his tongue against it and starts to suck, deep rhythmic pulls that drag me to the edge and leave dangling, for one heart-stopping second, before I’m flying and falling, Every nerve ending alive and on fire with release.

Before it’s even over, Jensen is standing over me, pants worked down around his hips, just far enough to free the stiff length of his cock.

Rough hands lift me and I wrap my legs around his hips, letting out a sharp, ragged gasp when I feel the blunt head of it slide past my entrance on a single hard thrust.

For a moment neither of us move. We just look at each other, mouths hovering a breath apart, both of us panting quietly.

“Jensen, I?—”

He lowers his mouth to mine before I can finish, his tongue licking and swirling against mine, languid and lingering. Like we have the time in the world.

But we don’t.

And we both know it.

Hands cradling my ass, Jensen turns and takes the few steps to the dining room table.

Setting me on top of it, still buried inside me, Jensen tears his mouth away from mine, just long enough to reach down to find the hem of my shirt, this time pulling it off completely.

As soon as it’s gone, my bra follows. His shirt too, tossed aside impatiently before he’s on me again, kissing me, slow and deep, arms wrapped around me, hips rocking against mine in perfect time with the lazy sweep of his tongue.

Arms wound around his neck, I break the kiss on a soft moan, arching my back against his hold on me, letting my head fall back so I can rub my stiff, swollen nipples against his chest. “Jensen?—”

Like before, he doesn’t let me say it.

“ Shhh …” Running his tongue along the tight cords in my neck, he whispers it in my ear. “Not yet.”

“But—”

Before I can protest, Jensen lifts me again.

“I need you to wait,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of my jaw while he carries me, his cock rubbing the slick walls of my pussy with every step.

Arms and legs wrapped around him, small, whimpering mewls escaping my lips with every step, Jensen carries me upstairs and lays me on the bed while he finishes getting undressed.

As soon as he’s as naked as I am, he stretches himself over me again, sliding into me slowly, mouth fused to mine.

Fitting his hand against the small of my back, he turns until he’s beneath me.

Hand fit around my hips, he tilts them forward and lifts me up, along the thick, rigid length of his cock, before pulling me back down.

“I want to watch you ride me while you say it.”

Leaning forward on another soft moan, I flex my hips, lifting and lowering them on my own, while one of the hands wrapped around my hips slips forward to stroke my clit, the teasing friction of it enough to sink my nails into the thick muscles of his chest and drag a soft, shuddering moan up the length of my throat.

Rocking forward on each deep, downward thrust, over and over until I’m dangling over the edge again, the small of my back tingling, winding tighter and tighter with every flex and roll of my hips.

“Jensen…”

“Perfect.” He whispers it, his tone heavy, fingers digging into my ass cheeks, encouraging me to take.

To fuck him, anyway I want. “The way your dirty little pussy soaks my cock. The way you taste. The way you fuck.” Lifting his head, he captures one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking and nipping its stiff peak until I cry out.

“ I love you .”

“Fuuuck .” Rolling us over on a groan, Jensen’s mouth finds mine while his hips rock and pump against me.

“I love you, Sloane. No matter where you are, I’m always going to love you,” he whispers against my lips, a moment before he gives me a final, deep thrust, my pussy tightening, gripping around him like a fist, milking his cock while we both come undone.